Malignant Curators
Erstwhile watchers, we who claim the shadow as our own, and plot upon the lives of your kin. Banished to dark we have seen the rise of others, and with it fueled our despise. We will have from among you what you call dear, and further bind its will to our cause. From within, we shall rise - as you grow strong so do we.

Gaze upon the face of our master and know what we promise:

The blood of Khorne rots in your flesh,
The bile of Nurgle has turned to stone.
The ecstasy of Slaanesh numb evermore,
And Tzeentch blinded - sees what's come and what must go.